Summary: Hermione Granger writes a letter to Draco Malfoy. HGXDM. AU.

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Hi folks! This is just an idea that popped into my head tonight, and I thought I'd scribble it down and throw it out there! I hope you enjoy.
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Hermione's Letter to Draco

Dear Draco,

This morning, I woke up to your smile. I can state wholeheartedly, with all truth, that yours is the most beautiful smile in the world. It signifies love and joy, and it commands my own smile. You make me so happy, Draco.

I love to hold you, to feel your breath against my neck, the steady rythmn of your heart, and know that love passes between us, bonds us, makes you mine and I yours. I cannot imagine a stronger love on Earth than the love I feel for you. It bypasses all boundaries; simply put, you mean everything to me.

I never imagined that I would feel this way. I imagined I would hate you always for what you symbolise and the memories you evoke within me. I am sorry now to have ever been so jaded by the past. How could I not have loved you, when you are so perfect.

My life changed when your father died. How could such tragedy, the end of a life, bring about the start of love? I was broken when you came to me, I needed you so and you gave me such purpose.

He would be so proud of you now, his son, growing and changing every day. You are so like him you know; you are compassionate, affectionate, brave, you show stealth even at such a young age. I never believed I could love again when he died, that my love and the feeling of being loved would die with him.

Then I found out I was pregnant, and I knew that I had to pull through my despair, put my grief aside to take care of you, my beloved son.

It wasn't easy, I will admit that you because I never want you to be shadowed by lies, Draco. It was hard enough to love your father, surrounded as were by hatred and prejudice. After the War of Hogwarts, which I will no doubt have told you about by the time you are old enough to read this, those prejudices were broken. Your father and I could emerge from the ashes of a time passed and begin again.

But old habits die hard, and sadly your father was killed for managing to cast aside old lessons and learn new ones, of love and acceptance and change.
He was such a brave man and I regret that he had to die simply because he loved me, someone with Muggle parents. I am no less a person because of that, but certain people believe that I am unworthy, evil even.

Those people are so narrow minded, Draco, and you know something, I pity them. They will live shrouded in fear and contempt, when they could simply open their hearts as your father did and learn to live the life that would make them truly happy.

I'm watching you sleep as I write this, my baby, my son, and I wish your father could be with us now. You are his double, and when I first held you I knew it would be a fitting tribute to name your for him. I know he would have loved you beyond reason.
I miss him every single day, but when my heart is aching and I feel like falling into a black hole of grief and self pity, I look at you, my baby, and I remember how I love you and how much you make life worthwhile.

One day, I know I'll see your father again, but I don't wish that day closer, though I long for it, because I could never wish to terminate my time with you. You are both of us, together.
I love you more than you could ever believe possible, Draco Harry Malfoy.

All love always,
Your mother xxx